In my teens, Ethan Stone was one of the biggest stars, and I had a huge crush on him. Until a decade later, while I’m standing next to him on a movie set and he opens his mouth. What a jerk!
Luckily, I’m here to write and perform the songs for the movie. So I don’t have to work with him at all.
That is until the director and Ethan’s agent ask me to fake date him to generate some tabloid gossip about the movie.
I’d rather shower naked with a hungry bear.
But I’ve made a promise to myself, so I need to see this project to the end. And if I play this right, I might just be able to do that and get the hell out of this selfish, backstabbing industry.
